Black Sun Parade

March lines move under the black sun rays
Boot scrapes on torn stone paths
Smoke screams up to the deep blue void
And all hymn rings in a ruined air
The young boy cry in deep fear
Still shouts in a grey mist
Shouts like sharp hail
World drags all into its deep pit

Ghost light glows on pale tints
Oil flame flicks like a lost soul
Man dreams of past calm seas
But wakes in a bed of cold dirt
On and on the black sun parade goes
Step in time with fire guns
Hope hides in a torn coat
But still the heart beats on